K.O.H.L

Not just a cosmetic but a bunch of emotionsThis kernel has a lot unsaidIt is made out of black clouds sometimesSometimes it is made from the heap of mind hay..

The darkness hidden, the eye smile snuggleA shy blush swayAnother night awayTo communicate once againHer life in a million waysShe uses it not only on her eyesBut most of the times it covers her sighs..

Who am I to write down this and expose her frailAnd then we know the world respects poetsBut again if somebody feels hurt to read thisLet me know I’ll comfort with another..

Handful of words these, help sometimes more than anyoneInside, Outside, somewhere BetweenMasks pay respect in one or the other fashionAnd the world bows to the trend of mashups..

Again when she returns her home aloneShe sees those drops of coal lie dead on her cheeksA feeling of remorse for kind of killing itTo decorate herAnd one more morning with the same regretful crimeBecause life moves on, love does, but the struggle doesn’tAnd she is none less than otherSo in respect of the She, I dedicated this to every womanWho felt she has not just drove from a girl to a lady to a womanBut realizes there is some more space to be herself again..